Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AWAY! AWAY! AWAY! AWAY!, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Her fame I will repair Subject(s): Survival | ||||||||
Away! Away! Away! Away! Ye have not kept your secret well, I will abide that other day, Those other lands ye tell. Has time no leisure left for these, The acts that ye rehearse? Is not eternity a lease For better deeds than verse? Tis sweet to hear of heroes dead, To know them still alive, But sweeter if we earn their bread, And in us they survive. Our life should feed the springs of fame With a perennial wave, As ocean feeds the babbling founts Which find it in their grave. Ye skies drop gently round my breast, And be my corselet blue, Ye earth receive my lance in rest, My faithful charger you; Ye stars my spear-heads in the sky, My arrow-tips ye are; I see the routed foemen fly, My bright spears fixed are. Give me an angel for a foe, Fix now the place and time, And straight to meet him I will go Above the starry chime. And with our clashing bucklers''' clang The heavenly spears shall ring, While bright the northern lights shall hang Beside our tourneying. And if she lose her champion true, Tell Heaven not despair, For I will be her champion new, Her fame I will repair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIFFICULT LAND by EDWIN MUIR TWO PICTURES OF A LEAF by MARVIN BELL THE CELLAR by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE PALLOR OF SURVIVAL by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A SUCCESFUL SPECIES by JOHN CIARDI SAMSON PREDICTS FROM GAZA THE PHILADELPHIA FIRE by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE MEETING AFTER THE SAVIOR GONE by LUCILLE CLIFTON |
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